Chapter 179 - 132: This Scene Is Unsuitable for a Maiden

Chapter 179: Chapter 132: This Scene Is Unsuitable for a Maiden

Nancy Stuart’s beautiful eyes, like the brightest stars in the night sky, twinkled with an azure light.

Lian found himself slightly mesmerized. She was so close that her scent wafted to his nose, stimulating his senses.

"You’re going to assassinate them?"

Nancy Stuart’s eyes remained bright in the darkness, a mix of surprise and unconcealable delight within them.

As a Deacon of the Rose Thorn and a Bloodthirsty Assassin herself, she instinctively thought of a method related to her own profession.

However, she quickly realized that assassinating them, especially here in Yusofa, was basically impossible.

Forget Lian, who was only a Three-star Glory Knight; even she, a Five-star Bloodthirsty Assassin, couldn’t kill Sting Litt, the Minister of War of Rose Territory, while he was surrounded by guards.

Besides, killing them would be tantamount to declaring war on Mary.

With a third of the Rose Army stationed here, if they tore off all pretenses, Lian would be trapped in a cage with no hope of escape.

It was a bad deal.

It would also render all their previous efforts useless.

Just as Nancy Stuart was about to persuade Lian to abandon this rash decision, she heard him whisper in her ear,

"No, I’m going to sacrifice them."

Nancy Stuart froze for a moment.

Sacrifice? That was even more problematic than assassination.

First, the God of Tiger is a True God and doesn’t accept evil sacrifices. Any offering that costs a human life would never receive His grace.

In other words, Lian must be sacrificing to some evil entity to get a response.

Second, a sacrifice requires a ritual, an altar, and offerings.

If he wanted to sacrifice the three of them, he would have to lure them to the altar.

Luring them was one thing, but actually getting them to the altar was another matter entirely.

No matter who Lian sent as bait, the process would certainly leave an indelible trail that would ultimately lead back to him.

At that point, Mary would only need to tell the Church Court that Lian was an out-and-out heretic. The Church Court would then escort Lian to the Holy Empire’s Royal Capital for a trial at the Supreme Court, and he would be completely unable to help Catherine any longer.

By then, even if the Moria Clan stepped in to protect him, by the time everything was sorted out, the Blue Moon Territory would have long since fallen into Mary’s hands.

This was an even worse deal.

Although Nancy Stuart despised Sting Litt and his Knights, what Lian was planning was definitely not worth the risk.

"This is too risky."

Nancy Stuart wanted to persuade Lian to give up this half-baked idea, but then she heard him say,

"What if it’s in a dream?"

"In a dream?"

Nancy Stuart’s eyes lit up. It clicked for her immediately, so Lian didn’t need to explain any further.

Because she herself had the ability to enter other people’s dreams.

"I can pull all three of them into your dream, but are you sure a sacrifice performed in a dream will have a real-world effect?"

Nancy Stuart had also tried to assassinate people in dreams before, but she had failed every time. People who died in a dream would still be alive and kicking the next day.

She guessed it was because she wasn’t a true Succubus. She only possessed some characteristics of a Succubus but hadn’t fully obtained their powers.

But all Lian needed was for her to bring the three men into his dream. The rest could be left to the [Eye of Misfortune].

The [Eye of Misfortune] would never let its offerings go on living and kicking.

"Nancy, don’t worry. Let’s have a sweet dream together."

He took Nancy Stuart’s hand.

Nancy Stuart’s cheeks flushed slightly as she closed her eyes.

The two of them lay there quietly together and drifted off to sleep.

They first appeared in Lian’s dream, which was a world with a television, a sofa, cola, and potato chips.

On the TV, an adult film starring actresses from the island nation was playing.

Lian quickly grabbed the remote and awkwardly turned off the TV.

’This scene isn’t suitable for a young lady, even though Nancy Stuart is already an adult,’ he thought.

Nancy Stuart’s face was bright red. Even though she had only seen a glimpse of the suggestive scene, her vivid imagination could fill in the rest of the story.

"That... what is that square box? Why are there people inside it?"

"Oh, it’s just some Magic Tools I imagined. Those are just actors inside. They perform a play, and it’s projected into the box. This box is called a television."

Lian explained. It was a bizarre feeling, like explaining modern science to someone from an ancient era. He felt like Pinocchio—free to make up whatever he wanted.

"To think such a play exists."

Nancy Stuart was stunned.

Lian just gave an awkward smile. He figured that because he’d entered the dream with a beauty like Nancy Stuart, his mind had unconsciously wandered into the gutter, which was why he’d dreamed of such a film.

Of course, he would never admit such a thing.

Nancy Stuart surveyed her surroundings and asked curiously, "This doesn’t look like an altar. How are you going to create an altar in a dream? And which Evil God are you trying to please?"

"That’s simple."

Lian had already succeeded once before. This time, he just needed to follow the same blueprint, so there was no pressure at all.

He stamped his foot on the wooden floor and said, "There should be an ancient altar here."

As soon as the words left his mouth, the floor beneath his feet transformed into an altar.